So, this is the epilogue.

I really want to thank all of you who've read this

And especially those who've reviewed.

You don't know how much that's helped!

I've had a blast writing this story!!

No, there won't be a sequel :(

Sorry.

But,

There's another story I'm writing.

It's called Lyrical Lies.

That one I'm working on, and there will be a sequel to it

So when you're done with this story,

Check that one out, yes?

Yes.

Once again, thanks!

Disclaimer- As if I could own the most amazing characters or story known to man!

One Year Later

Her dress was snowy white, and flared out around her like a silk river. Her veil flared out behind her like angel wings, and her thick brown hair was pinned away from her face and trailed down her back in ringlets. Makeup was applied slowly and carefully, but the artificial preparations were lost to the one who wore them. She stood in the midst of smiling women, her ever changing eyes holding a faraway look, much to her friends' and family's amusement.

"Thinking about him again?" Charlotte teased as she adjusted the train of the dress. Her hands moved skillfully, and she was tactfully avoiding the gossamer hem of ribbon from snagging on her ring.

"Who else would she be thinking about?" Jane asked with an equally large grin. As she tied the back of the dress together, she looked up at Elizabeth, calling out jokingly, "Is the bride in the building?" Elizabeth looked down suddenly at them, her face turning slightly red as she realized they were talking to her. Stepping off of the stool, she walked over to the full length mirror. Her eyes glazed with surprise when she saw the woman who stood before her.

"You look stunning." Charlotte commented with a smile, hugging her friend tightly.

"Not any better than me." Lydia replied as she packed the makeup away. Mrs. Bennett reached over and smacked her daughter on the arm with a sharp, "Oh shut up you!"

"Only joking." Lydia mumbled with a wink to Lizzie. Lizzie smiled wider, and a strange giddy feeling took over her. She felt light headed as everyone began trickling out of the room so she could have a few moments to herself. Jane was the last one out, who gave her sister a peck on the cheek before leaving.

Lizzie looked at the green eyed, tan skinned girl before her and she had to laugh. This was not the Lizzie she was used to. Her hair was cooperating perfectly, and the dress fit her perfectly. The mirror seemed to tell her that she had grown up in the past couple of years.

And she knew why.

"You look beautiful." Mr. Bennett hugged his daughter tightly, his gravelly tones easing her nerves. He was dressed smartly in a black tux with a silver waistcoat and tie.

"Thanks." She replied, looking back at the mirror. "Dad… that's not me." She stated with a slight waver in her voice. Mr. Bennett looked at her, then back at the mirror and chuckled.

"Ok, it's not. So you're not about to marry Mr. Fitzwilliam Aiden Andrew Darcy?" Mr. Bennett asked, fixing her veil slightly.

"Why does he get to have two middle names?" She muttered, eyes still fixated on her reflection.

"Some family tradition." Her father replied with a laugh. Lizzie looked back at him finally, suddenly showing her panic.

"Dad, what if it doesn't work out? What if we argue a lot, like we do now?" She demanded in half hysteria. "What if I want out the moment I say I want in? What if-"

"What if you die walking down the aisle?" Mr. Bennett asked sharply. "Lizzie, if you base your life on what ifs, you'll never have a future." He grabbed Lizzie and turned her back to the mirror.

"He fell in love with that." He said simply, jabbing at her reflection. "You're that. And I don't think it's ever going to change."

"Charlie, what if she doesn't love me?" Will asked under his breath for what felt like the thirtieth time. Charlie sighed and nudged Blaise with his foot.

"Shut him up." He begged under his breath with a laugh. Blaise wrapped an arm around Will's shoulder and punched him lightly.

"You think she'd be getting ready, right now, if she didn't? Mate, after all the stuff you two love birds have been through, if she's still here, ready to marry you, but doesn't love you, then I don't know what love is." He smiled as Will threw a nervous glance back to the large double doors. A gorgeous brunette haired woman in a silver dress peeked through the doors, and when she saw Blaise she winked and waved.

"And by now, I think we all know what love is." He added as he waved back stupidly.

"You're a lovesick cow." Charlie replied cheerily, but his face turned red as he waved at a tall blond peeking over Charlotte's shoulders.

"And you're just saying that because you know the feeling." Blaise shrugged it off as he twisted the ring on his left ring finger. "Mate… I've seen and beat you through this entire thing. You think she'd stay with you after all of that if she didn't?"

Will smiled and his shoulders sagged. "She's weird like that."

"That's the spirit!"

When a little girl with dark hair and mischievous blue eyes began walking down the aisle, tossing mixed white and red petals, the entire room grew hushed. They all watched as she waved and smiled at people she knew, and threw the rose petals anywhere she thought it would look pretty. A little boy followed a few moments afterward, looking adorable in his child's suit. His black hair was messy and sticking up everywhere, but he didn't seem to mind. His eyes were intent on the pillow that supported two rings. He was mumbling something under his breath, but no one could tell. As they reached the end, they both took to one side, and everyone gave appreciative sounds of "Aw".

A soft violin began playing as six girls began walking down the walkway, one after the other, their silver dresses flaring out and accenting their frames nicely. Mary took the lead with Kitty, Lydia, Charlotte, Gina, and then Jane following. As they took their places on the stand, the two small children began exclaiming.

"Mommy-"

"Look what we-"

"Did, aren't you-"

"Proud?"

"Of course she'd be-"

"Proud of us you-"

"Silly duck!"

"Melody, Tae, shh…" Gina put a finger to her lips as she winked and looked at Will in apology. Will wasn't even looking over at the source of the noise, his dark blue eyes were trained on something else entirely. As a string quartet joined in with the violin, the entire room stood as the most beautiful woman Will had ever seen glided down the aisle with her father.

"Charlie…" Will whispered, half in shock as she looked at him, her green eyes flashing a dark blue when the light reflected off of them. Charlie gave a soft chuckle as his friend's face broke into a stunning grin that made more than half the room swoon. He could see his sister glaring in the front row, wearing a dark maroon dress, daring to go dark for disrespect to the bride. No one cared, nor did they notice.

"I know, I know." Charlie replied with a large grin. Blaise chuckled as he saw Lizzie taking deep slow breaths, and he whispered back to his cousin, "Better stop smiling, you're going to daze her, mate."

"Sod off." Will replied in under tones. He almost felt like he was in a dream as she turned and kissed her dad on the cheek before walking up to him and taking his hand. She was soft and smooth as she brushed up against him, whispering discreetly, "I tripped on the way."

"No one noticed." He replied with an even larger grin. Lizzie stared at him for a second, and then the largest grin he had ever seen broke across her face, sending his heart into convulsions.

"Whatever happened to that man with the enlarged heart? You know, where his anatomy was all off?" He asked as the priest began talking to the crowd. He could hardly hear what the man was saying, let alone care. His eyes were only for her. His hands moved through the motions on their own as the rings were passed to them. He was hardly thinking about that. Why should he?

"The one back at the hospital in London?" Lizzie asked with a slight frown. Will nodded slowly before he turned at said something or other to the priest and began moving his hands again. The entire room smiled as the priest began addressing Lizzie.

"Whatever happened to him?" He asked as Lizzie replied happily to the priest. The priest began talking, hands raised slightly. Something cold pressed against his left ring finger.

"I don't know, why?" She asked, baffled. Will smiled.

"Because I think I've got the cure for it." He said as he pressed his lips against hers.

So there you go.

And they lived happily ever after.